ODES.
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"Once the gloomy tree of fate,
"Once the plighted virgin's hate:
"Now, no longer, does it grow
"Parent of the warring bow: 64
"See, beneath the guiltless shade,
"Peasants shape the plow and spade,
"Rescued, ever, from the fear
"Of the whistling shaft and spear. 68
"Lo, where Plenty comes, with Peace!
"Hear the breath of murmur cease:
"See, at last, unclouded days:
"Hear, at last, unenvied praise. 72
"Nothing shall thy soul molest;
"Labour is the price of rest.
"Once the plighted virgin's hate:
"Now, no longer, does it grow
"Parent of the warring bow: 64
"See, beneath the guiltless shade,
"Peasants shape the plow and spade,
"Rescued, ever, from the fear
"Of the whistling shaft and spear. 68
"Lo, where Plenty comes, with Peace!
"Hear the breath of murmur cease:
"See, at last, unclouded days:
"Hear, at last, unenvied praise. 72
"Nothing shall thy soul molest;
"Labour is the price of rest.
"Mortal, destin'd to excell,
"Bless the toil of doing well! 76
"Bless the toil of doing well! 76
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